Laurie Kolp
Relinquishing Control Wading through an apocalypse of fallen dreams, asphalt grinds my toenails to the quick relentless agitation I’ve grown accustom to your penny slaps upon my thigh, attempts to lure me back, as if a gale force wind might swoop down from the scribbled sky and swoosh my faults into a maelstrom. Embalmed beneath your skin— you rub it in, you rub it in. Estrangement is my holocaust no more. I relinquish all control dear demonizing mind of mine, goodbye.